The Osceola times., 1887-03-26

me after all. she did 1t herself. Oh! I
shall paint her some wonderful cards.
feel inspired"
The next ten days were busy ones.
School work and home duties left Kit
tie very little leisure, and she was COM
PEELED to sit up late at night and get up
very early in the morning in order to
finish her work within the promised
time. At last the six dainty designs
were completed. and even Kttic look.
at them with content. Over the last
especially she bent with quiet satisfac.
ton. 81 am not sure" she said to Edith,
who had come for last look at the
cards, whether this is really worth
any thing or not, but / feel special
interest in it because the design is my
my own; the others are either adapted
or copied from something. You re.
member Whittier's poem, The Vision
of Echard,' do you not Edith? be.
lieve | like that the best of all his
poems; it suggested this picture to me,
but | have not been able to express the
idea as well as would like" The
picture at which both girls were look.
ing was painted on white satin. At the
top in the quaint lettering of medieval
times were the lines:
They bowed to CHASTITY symbol,
To cross and scourge and thorn.
Below was picture of weary, grim
old monk, painfully toiling along the
dreary, desolate road toward the spires
of Jerusalem, barely visible in the dis
tance. Opposite this first scene was
the picture of a modern city; man
had halted on the streets to hand for
lorn beggar piece of money. Above
the picture in the same old English let
tering, were these lines:
Who holds his brothers welfare
As sacred as his own,
And loves, forgives and pities,
He serveth Me alone.
In the lower right-hand corner was a
bunch of Syrian lilies, and the words:
Easter Greeting.
at is beautiful, DEAR" said Edith.
truthfully. "Mrs. Ainsworth can not
help but like it; stop and tell me what
she says, will you' wish | could go
with you, but | must take my music
lesson. Goodbye" and with gay
little nod, Edith vanished.
Two hours later, Kite. eager and
happy, appeared in Edith's room. "See
this" she exclaimed tliumphantly,
throwing a roll of bills into her friends
lap, Twelve dollars! | actually can
not realize it! She praised that design
of mine especially, and asked where
found it; she seemed very much sur.
prised when told her that found il
in my own head. Oh, am so happy,
Edith. and | owe it all to you. too"
and Kittie gave her friend an ecstatic
hug.
The next few days seemed intermin-
able to Kittie; it seemed as if Easter
would never come. Upstairs, safely
hidden in her room, was the identical
set of Shakespeare which she had so
much admired. No one but Edith
knew of her purchase, for she intended
her presents to be genuine surprise
to the entire family. At last Easter
Sunday dawned, bright and beautiful.
When DIR. Grey entered the dining
room that morning, he saw his wife
and his sons looking curiously at a
package which stood by his plate. On
the outside wrapper was written: ITO
papa, with much love. Kittie." Her
fathers deft fingers soon united the
cord, and half dozen eager, curious
faces gazed at the dainty volumes.
Kittie was overwhelmed with questions
and eXclamations.
"Do stop a minute. every one of
you.n she exclaimed at last; "sit down
to the table and l will tell you all
about it,
Dr. Greys eyes grew moist as her
simple little story proceeded, for he
knew that his fun-loving daughter must
have sacrificed many hours of leisure
in order to give him the present which
he had desired for SO long. "My
dear he said, with kiss of hearty
thanks, II shall prize these books more
than | can tell you. l really believe
that you have some artistic ability;
how would you like to 60 to Cooper .
Institute for year or two?"
Papa, please don't suggest impossi.
bilities."
I'm not sure that il is an imposs.
bility. Yesterday | received letter
from Western friend, offering me a
fair price for some land out there which
has been utterly worthless for years.
Ii seems that the new railroad is TO run
near it, and so of course it has sudden
ly become valuable. Yes, | really think
that you can go. How do you like the
idea?n
But Kittie's only answer was a sud-
den burst of tears. -Mabel Cronise, in
Toledo Blade.
Foreign Students in Edinburgh.